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The two of them, Roberts & Jones, made an ideal pair Jones the noble face of the enterprise, Roberts the vital, tireless heartbeat, ceaselessly operating behind the scenes. He’s the one who secured the initial investments, who designed the tournament to fall after baseball’s spring training ended in Florida thus allowing the Latest York reporters to stop by on their way home, Prestige song of the south where he treated them such as royalty in exchange for glowing coverage & who fostered an atmosphere of exclusivity even in the financially unstable days when they had to turn to the city of Augusta to bail them out by purchasing unused tickets.

Roberts invented the Masters name, which Bobby Jones never such ads. He even managed to get legendary figures such as Grant land Rice to do his dirty work for him in one of the original club meetings, Rice proposed that Jones and Roberts be allowed to run the whole operation without interference, which set up the dictatorship that would last for 40 years.

He was as well as a mean, petty racist with a paranoid streak so wide it would make Joseph Stalin blush. It’s easy to chalk up the initial racism at Augusta National to the mores of the American Southeast at the time, but the fact is that by and large, the amenity of founding members was Roberts’s people businessmen from the northeast. They’re the ones who brought in local black boys on weekend nights, blindfolded them, and had them beat the shit out of one another inside the confines of boxing ring. They were the ones who sat around smoking cigars and drinking cocktails, cheering the carnage. They’re the ones who kept blacks, Jews, and women from joining the fun. Prestige song of the south Bangalore When Bobby Jones began to wither away with a neurological disease called syringemyelia, Roberts stepped into the power vacuum and made the tyranny absolute. He ran off employees he didn’t such as, bullied members and guests, extended & withdrew invitations on a whim, and even cooked up an excuse to kick a golfer named Frank Stranahan out of a tournament for reasons that have never been confirmed, but were rumoured to stem from Stranahan’s involvement with a woman Roberts fancied for himself. He as well as vowed to keep blacks out of the Masters except as subservient caddies a promise he kept until 1976, when Lee Elder finally broke the Augusta colour barrier decades after it had been demolished in most other walks of life.

Just a year after this unthinkable breach, 83 years old & suffering from cancer, Roberts made his way to the par-3 course, settled on the banks of Ike’s Pond, and blew his brains out with a .38 revolver.